[hotturkey]

Last year I was appointed as the door keeper for the state convention of a co-fraternal organization that my wife and I belong to where entry into the sessions was restricted to members only. The job involves making sure that everyone entering is wearing their credential card on their lanyard, then I have to get the special handshake and current year’s password before letting them in. Members have to lean in and whisper the password in my ear while holding the handshake. Very often, especially with the shorter ladies, they will inadvertently press a breast against the back of my hand. Now these meetings are formal occasions, so the men are in tuxedos and the ladies in modest evening gowns, so I really don’t get much of a good feel because there’s several layers of cloth in the way. But still, it gives me a feeling of satisfaction to know that many of these stodgy (and some beautiful) ladies have shoved their breast against my hand.